Let me start off by saying that I’m not crying this morning! Can someone please give me a hand 👏. It’s raining and it was not easy to get JP out of bed and moving, but here we are.
I have no idea what they’re talking about. Last visit, they set goals for him to rebuild a relationship with his dad. He had lunch with him the day after his birthday, so hopefully he’s sharing with her about how that went.
JP talks to me about most things. I’ve worked hard to create a space where he feels comfortable confiding in me. There’s no room for judgement or condemnation in that space. I’ve made it clear that it is okay to bring anything to me. He knows that I love him no matter what. All I expect is honesty + respect. And, in return, I’ll give him the same.
However, the one thing he rarely talks to me about is how he feels about our divorce and his dad. He told my sister once that he “didn’t want to hurt me.” I can’t seem to make him understand that I’m healed. I’m no longer hurting. The only hurt I carry from that part of my life is the effect it’s had on him.
It’s good we’re here. My hope and prayer is that eventually he becomes comfortable unpacking those feelings with Amelia (don’t you just love her name?)
JP should be starting high school today. Isn’t it funny how life turns out? Who knew we’d be sitting in a therapist’s office on the first day of school. But ya know what? There’s absolutely no other place I’d rather be. I’m so proud of him and his willingness to be here. There’s nothing more important in my life right now than taking care of his mental health. And I’m thankful to God for the privilege of having him at home with me each day.
Now I’m crying.